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Post by Marcel Lestrange on Aug 29, 2015 19:55:13 GMT
"Said in somewhat simpler manner, sneak thief, we are offering you piece of information for a price. Good thinking, my love. You are a brilliant girl.
It is up to you to wave after us when we take off or make a reasonable deal with us. I am not twisting arms here but you could save a lot of trouble when you pay us instead of inventing the bicycle again. I mean that you can gain that information we possess by yourself and lose time when you are doing it. Time is money. Time is also non renewable resource. Which do you prefer - lose money or lose time? Meanwhile poor Lady Christianna becomes more and more involved with a plot and maybe it will be too late when you are ready to take action."
Marcel leaned to the wall, crossed his strong arms on his wide chest and started to whistle "Le Marseillaise."
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Post by Luuzuk Kshaa on Aug 29, 2015 20:09:29 GMT
The story about orphans made Luuzuk frown and stare at the window for a couple of seconds in silence.
"So you didn't give a damn about the fate of the Mayor, but did you give a damn about the fate of those kids you helped to escape? Did they escape successfully, did they reach their destination safely, and did they find a new home? What happened to the woman who cared for them?"
She went silent for a moment and then continued, "Sorry Arnim, I didn't mean to be rude. It was good of you to give those kids at least a chance. I was an orphan myself, I was being evacuated in a truck which was attacked, and then I was left for dead because the color of my eyes signifies a bad omen among people of my race. I don't remember that myself, I was only 2 year old or so, only my stepmother told me about that. Yes, I'm lucky enough to have a stepmother, but one day she disappeared without a trace. That's actually why I'm here. She's Indogene, and this city is full of them and, which is even better, has them all counted. But for now, I didn't find even a tiny trace of her being around here or even visiting this place at some time. I start to think that either she was killed or she changed her name and her appearance once she left Guadalajara, the city we lived in at that time. And if it's the latter, then I'm afraid then not only my search for her is futile, but even if I met her, I wouldn't be able to recognize her."
She shook her head and stared at the window feeling guilty for loading her most likely unsolvable problem on these really nice gentlemen who were kind enough to entertain her through all this peaceful night.
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Post by Wolfram von Eschen on Aug 29, 2015 20:16:05 GMT
"You shall not worry about their fate, Miss K'Shaa. We had duties of our own but I have no reason to believe that they didn't made their escape. We escorted them to dislocation of our troops because it would have been dumb not to use that opportunity of getting there faster and providing protection to our caravan. But rest was not up to us any more. They moved towards our rear. We returned to our unit, reported what we had to report, and soon we were behind the enemy lines again. You don't need to apologize for being rude. your questions were logical, but so were our actions back then."
"I agree with Arnim," said Wolfram von Eschen, pouring another portion of gold brown liquid into his snifter. "But you should never give up hope. Do you know a myth about Pandora's box? Pandora opened a jar containing death and many other evils which were released into the world. After realizing what trouble she caused, Pandora closed the lid of the the container, but the whole contents had escaped except for one thing that lay at the bottom – Elpis which is usually translated "hope", though it could also mean "expectation." You see - there is not enough hope in our world so you must never give up even tiniest bit of it. Treasure the hope you have. Don't ever lose it because if you do, you are as good as dead."
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Post by Taffer on Aug 29, 2015 22:24:00 GMT
Taffer wasn't sure If those two even had the info they didn't know yet or if the info they provide wouldn't be made up at all just squeeze some more money from them but he decided to play this game to the end.
"As you have heard", he said, "Atticus said no deceptions to Lady, so sending you as spies is impossible now. About the information you want to sell, I need to know if this info is something we don't now yet and if it is useful for us at all. So, what kind of information is it? And do you have any proof that it's true?
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Post by Chase Lonehart on Aug 29, 2015 23:52:26 GMT
He felt the vibrations of the engine as he woke once more, not sure where he was at first. Chase could hear someone's heavy breathing, his mind taking a moment to locate its source. He came to realize he was in the back of someone's Durango, sitting next to him was Belle Starr. His left hand was free of the strapping that held him onto the stretcher, allowing him to reach over and take ahold of hers. This action caused her to flench, a knee-jerk reaction of being unaware of him being there. It surprised her. He looked at her as she stared down at him.
"Just-" he said, trying to struggle to find the words with the difficulty in breathing limited by . "Just.... breathe...."
She appeared to focus on him, almost calming her a bit, her breathing back to normal as she held his hand.
"My fault. Was trying to keep her safe. My fault. I'm useless. Utter useless. But now I know. I know."
"Know what?" Belle asked him.
"What I have to be," he said. "Only way."
He closed his eyes and tried to keep the pain back, to keep the rage from surging until it was time. He knew she probably wanted to talk to him, she probably wanted to chew him out for leaving the base with Iri. Chase was willing to let her kick him while he was down. It would have added to everything else that he knew he was going to make himself become, it becoming a part of the foundation of who he needed to be, who Iri needed him to be.
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Post by Belle Starr on Aug 30, 2015 2:38:39 GMT
As Belle Starr held Chase's hand and focused on his words, her breathing and her heart beat became more regular. Once the mindless fear was fought back, she was able to follow the breathing regime urged by Alfred and created by Vo, allowing her to fight back the panic as well, so she smiled warmly as she said, "Thanks Chase, my hero once again!" Then a frown crossed her pretty freckled face as the significance of his last words hit her like a two-by-four across the back of her tousled blond head, "Now don't get all half-cocked and go running off to do something silly! We've had enough of that lately, thank you very much! We'll get back Iri, but we'll do it as a team, as a family, like we should!"
Belle's breathing was back to normal, so she sighed, stating as a matter-of-fact, "Chase, you are anything but useless! You're a dog gone hero! Y'all don't remember, but back before you lost your memory, back when I was younger, you were not only my hero but my role model! You were a living legend in the Bay Area too, but that's not what made you my hero! It was your caring ways! You cared after me when I was a dumb cub ark hunter, seeking glory and fame while you were ducking that like mad! Y'all always said none of that stuff mattered, only people do!"
Belle laughed melodically, "That's what made y'all a great man then, and that's what makes y'all a great man now! Today you were trying to get Iri out of harm's way, and with the base having a revolving door as of late, I don't blame y'all none for not trusting it for her protection - although I do wish you had trusted us, your friends, a mite more! But then with Lady going all rogue, I can see why you might doubt even your friends with the safety of the lady you love at stake!"
Belle tenderly checked his bandages as she bit her lower lip, then her big blue eyes looking intently into his as she said with sincerity, "I never did thank you for my guidance back then, so I'll thank you kindly now! I never would have been half the woman, half the hero, I am without you Chase Lonehart! I don't want to hear but I don't remember that and I'm not the man I was then bull hooey! You are that man, for I see you still caring and still putting yourself in harms way for folks you don't even know, let alone busting a gut for those you do! As for remembering who you are, you might never and it don't matter none, for I remember, as does everybody who you ever did a good turn for before and after you lost your memory!"
"You might not believe it, but before I talked down Esthete Senior in Red Deer, I thought what would Chase Lonehart have said? It's true! You were all about free choice, living it by example, and you convinced me when I was not much older than Lady how important it is! So in a way, my success in Red Deer is definitely yours too, Chase Lonehart! Useless!?!? Humph!!!! I don't want to hear any such thing coming out of your mouth, or I might have to get me some soap! Now hush and get your energy back so we can all go together, get Iri back and straighten out Lady!" Belle smiled warmly as checked the IV in his arm, "I'm sure as rain that Lady won't hurt Iri, and I bet if Lady knew her men hurt you she'd be fit to be tied! Now rest until we get you back to old Doc Orion, and he'll have y'all fit as a fiddle in no time!"
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Post by Lady Christianna on Aug 30, 2015 3:21:26 GMT
Lady Christianna didn't know it, but she was doing a fair imitation of Rodin's The Thinker as she sat on her throne of skulls. Unlike The Thinker who was always thought as having deep thoughts, Lady's were no deeper than how bored she was and how much she missed Atticus. Just then Brody crept into the throne room, his black hair disheveled and grease smudges all over his pale face, but sporting his lopsided grin.
Lady brightened when she saw him, sitting straight up in the throne, asking with excitement, "Done?"
Brody replied with pride, "Of course! Your command is my desire, or something like that! I edited our recording, and the big screen is mounted outside above the Presidio bunkers front door, with all the camera's and sensors in place just like we planned!"
"And the surprises inside the bunker?" Asked Lady with a mischievous glint in her large pink eyes.
Brody's grin grew even wider as he answered, "Just as we agreed, oh Mistress of Sorrow!"
"Totally awesome!" Said Lady, her enigmatic smile firmly in place as she rose from her throne to high five Brody, who looked incredibly pleased with himself.
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on Aug 30, 2015 4:31:00 GMT
"If you think that all of this is a hoax then you must forgetting something. As long as my loyalty is well paid and my employer does not give me any reason to believe that they want to deceive me, I do not sell them just a puff of hot air. I have to think about our future business relations and reputation of our little family business. But if they do...then I will start to see things from other perspective if you know what I mean. We do not trade with junk. But we also do not open our cards too soon. If you do not trust us, we can not trust you. Life has taught me that. And you, good doers, are able to deceive as well. That I also learned.
And that straightforward plan of yours is nice, but does it prevent Inquisitors sending out their spies? Obviously not. At moment we are offering our merchandise to you. But if we do not find a market here, then we HAVE to develop different strategy and search other customer who is interested. You were our first choice as business partners. Keep that in mind. We came to you with a plan to open a trade line, but Hanseatic league seems to be too proud to accept our help."
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Aug 30, 2015 5:22:26 GMT
Volodja Uljanov covered sleeping Sandy Bell with a silk blanket. He looked at this beautiful girl in his bed, listened her quiet and peaceful breathing and decided to let her sleep some more. He put on his hotel robe and went quietly to the balcony of their penthouse. Few tastefully placed pot plants and simple round table with couple of chairs were only items on the balcony. Volodja placed himself onto one of the chairs and watched sunrise.  He felt happy, although he was also afraid that this dream of his will vanish, as it happened to him before. He didn't wanted to relive the common story of the human kind again - you build something patiently, put all your efforts into it and then it smashes with matter of seconds and crushes unfortunate architect. But at least he had a image of awakening City to enjoy. Sweet and charming and tender as a dove And beautiful as a queen of fairies No wonder I found myself in love Deep down in my heart and the mind above Young girl is underneath the form of military Sometimes inspiration becomes when you least expect it. It was his morning ode to Sandy, but he was not sure that she will ever see it. Volodja didn't wanted force her to listen his poetic attempts. He had his joy of creation and the sunrise to enjoy. And she had a healthy and needed morning sleep so both of them gain something. Especially when Volodja can have a glass of wine too while he watches beginning of the new day. She was purposeful and beautiful soldier girl, he was just a pointless poet who caused more trouble than brought use. Volodja knew that Sandy actually didn't need him, but yet he rose his glass to her and drank to celebrate their love because she loved him despite of his clay feet. Actually he knew that others were perfectly capable to act without him. They were even more efficient when he wasn't around slowing them down, so he could sit and watch the sun. After all - his words of advice might made others to think, but words of obviously better people who had real authority, made others to act according to them. He must have forgotten how to do things with words. He could only create words for the sake of words and that was not very helpful to anybody. Those thought haunted him a lot and that day didn't seemed to be an exception. At least their night together with Sandy was wonderful, wine had a good bouquet and sun rays, falling to his handsome face were warm. With every time he found something good from his life of the useless philosopher as Daiden Simaro called him once. |
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Post by Chase Lonehart on Aug 30, 2015 6:32:38 GMT
Chase opened his eyes to stare at her a moment as she tried to assure him of his goodness. He knew couldn't avoid telling her the truth, and there may not be any other time to tell her. He knew it would definitely break her heart, but he couldn't keep it from her.
"I hate to be the barer of bad news, and you have my condolences," he began. "Esthete scanned me. The man you knew died in Tampa, never to return. The damage to my brain is too much. I won't ever remember that person or things you admire within my lifetime. And the bastard I'm going to have to become to save Iri will be a thing of nightmares."
It was at that moment they had arrived at the Fort, and the tailgate opened. As he was yanked out, his light grip on her hand slipped and he was wheeled away. He wasn't sure how she felt about what the truth he had admitted to her. All he could do was stare upward as he was rolled down the hallway inside the Fort, being brought into the infirmary. As the doctor began to get to work on his knee, he thought about what he had to do to become.
I can't be soft anymore, he told himself. I have to become stone. Once that line is cross, I can't go back.
"We're gonna need to put him out," he heard the doctor say. "Get him prepped for surgery."
He felt the sting of an injector pressed into his neck and began to feel light headed.
Hold on in there, Iri. he thought. Once I wake up, I'll come for you. And I'll rip every single one of them apart and give them a the true definition of fear.
The world around him began to get hazy, losing color before swallowed into darkness.
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Iri was shoved into the room with others with the door locked. She took a spot in a corner in the back, making her way past those weeping and trying to comfort each other in an attempt to assure themselves that things would be okay. She pulled her knees in tightly against her chest as she sat on the floor. It was then that Erin Niden took a seat next to her.
"Fancy meeting you here," Iri told her as Eren settled in.
"I am surprised to see you here," Eren replied. "I would have thought that you would have been well protected by that Arkhunter of yours."
"He tried. We didn't even get out of the area. I don't know if he's alive or dead. One of the Inquisitors used a stun rod on him at the back of his neck."
"That's understandable. With a stun baton to the back of the neck, there is the risk of inadvertently stopping involuntary functions due to the voltage."
Iri looked at Eren for a moment. Eren met eye contact with her, realizing that she shouldn't have said that.
"My apologies," Eren told her in their native tongue.
"How about Rosa? Was she-?"
"I know she is okay. What do they plan to do with us?"
"Apparently, the leader is attempting to be Adolf Hitler and make the world in her own image. Unfortunately, her concept, plan and execution of what she wants screams more along the lines of Wile E. Coyote."
"How fortunate. I was expecting something really hopeless."
"It's not really as bad, but then again, it's hard to know for sure. But one thing that is certain is that right about now, those at Fort Kshaa will know of my abduction. And I'm sure this whole situation will be stopped."
Hopefully, with Chase being there, she thought to herself quietly.
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Post by Kaj Oenfer on Aug 30, 2015 7:46:56 GMT
After Belle left and took Chase back to Fortress K'shaa, Kaj looked around as requested. After just a little while he spotted another set of tire tracks and said, "Vo there is another set of tire tracks. Judging from the tread pattern I would guess a Duni." Kaj then found Ir's wolfhound near a boulder, and said. "It looks like Miss Sewuel was ambushed her, and after she was disarmed her weapon was discarded. However based on the feminine footprints she ran to where that big bloodstain is. I would assume that is where Chase was injured. Then it looks like she willingly but submissively walked to the APC and got in."
When Vo and Security Officer St. John looked at him, in what he assumed was disbelief, he said calmly. "What? Perhaps I have read too many detective novels since coming to the Fortress, but it is what the evidence says to me. Am I wrong?" Kaj once again smiled slightly as he continued, "I doubt that I am wrong about this. I may be naïve about some things, but do know crime scene investigation fairly well, at least from a military standing. Besides Belle did say mind control might be involved. So that could possibly explain the submissive gait that the prints suggest."
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Post by Wolfram von Eschen on Aug 30, 2015 8:25:18 GMT
"You know Wolfram," said Arnim Mueller-Stahl. "Some questions are actually universal ones. I have to say that if one demands responsibility from others, then one must be ready to answer for his or her deeds to the end as well. In that sense we all are sinners because we can not be sure what are consequences of our deeds. But does that also mean that we have right to pose questions like that? I am not sure. Maybe we have, but then mu must ask first - are we stainless ourselves? Can we be judgemental when our deeds are questionable as well? If not, then why we pose those questions to others? But if we are stainless then why we have to get ourselves stained with a pride of being flawless? It's already a flaw when to think about it. Guess I am getting too drunk and too philosophical."
"Oh. Those eternal questions of the human kind - Whom to blame? Who is the guilty one? - stick their heads out again," replied Wolfram. "Usually everything will be reduced on finding answers to those simple questions in a hope that when guilty ones are punished everything turns to be good. I think it's a common feature of the human mind - search for a single reason behind everything and simplify the picture as much as possible. I would say it's a defensive reaction - if things are too complicated then our mind can't not accept them, so it chops everything into digestible pieces to ease the absorbing process. Wider picture tends to be scary. It's easier to follow simple truths. I am no sure whom I stole those thoughts, because I must be as drunk and philosophical as you are, mein freund."
"Everything is in constant state of change," stated Arnim. "Older institutions and people have to move aside and give some space to newer ones. Unfortunately every innovative change tends to stagnate as well at some point and will be replaced. Quite natural process.
"If you're not a liberal when you're 25, you have no heart. If you're not a conservative by the time you're 35, you have no brain." There is no record of anyone hearing Churchill actually say this although this quote is omitted to him. But there is a simplified truth in those words - when you are young, you want to gain something and change things. When you get older and you have gained something valuable, then you will do everything to maintain the situation where you actually have something and are willing to protect everything you possess from the new generations. It's called self preserving. And desire for some new world order is hiding a thought about the new world order with me in charge.
Of course the image of simple enemy will be created again along the way - the one and only one to blame for all the sins and catastrophes and social disorder, so people would follow your cause. I do wish that things would be that simple, but that's impossible. I guess some of us had those thoughts in earlier stage of our stories as well, so I am not very original, but repeating them can't be harmful either. You can't get an overdose of them, because we can always change a subject. More Brandy?"
"Why not. We are going to have a hangover anyway so let's make it at least worthwhile."
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Post by Atticus Batman on Aug 30, 2015 9:07:29 GMT
After all the rest of the main command team had left the War Room, I couldn't help but think that Lena was once again lucky that Belle was around, for Belle had once again saved Lena from my wrath, as she had done at least once before. Then I brought up the footage that Belle showed us of Lady in front of the Presidio Fortress on my console's screen so only I saw it. Then I zoomed in so most of the image on screen was strictly Lady. Then I kept replaying it. I was happy to see that she still had the pendant around her neck, and the engagement and wedding ring, both, on her finger. So she did indeed still cherish our love. However it still hurt that she left and is blocking out my EGO and hailer messages, as well as not even contacting the base to make sure the twins are alright or find out if I had ever come out of my coma, or if I was still in it. I kept thinking about how much I love her completely and wish we could be together again no matter what.
After a few minutes of replaying the footage, I got the notification that Belle was back with Chase and he was in surgery. I got up, and left the War Room, putting the night shift in charge. Then I went to the infirmary. I was informed of Chase's condition, and sat with Belle for a little while as she worried about her friends. Then I said, "Belle, Doctor Orion will do everything he can for Mr. Lonehart. Do not worry about him or the others. I am certain Lady would never allow anybody to harm any of our other friends and we will get them ALL back, INCLUDING Lady! Now I am going to go spend time with the twins. As there is nothing else we can do at this moment, would you like to meet your niece and nephew now?"
I then hugged Belle and stood up. Next I headed to the twins' private room, not waiting for Belle's answer as I once again felt alone, while, also, secretly hating that I really did feel powerless to do anything whatsoever for once in my life.
When I entered their room the nurse said, "Good to see their father in here. They are both hungry. Their bottles are all prepared. So you can feed them. It's really quite simple. You just hold the bottle to their mouth and they will suck on it's nipple. You can hold one and feed them one at a time, or you can feed both at once. However I will leave how to do that up to your imagination. Then you need to burp them afterwards. Let me show you real quick." The nurse showed me how to burp the twins, then she left me to feed them.
So, as I was currently the only one in the room, unless Belle decides to come in and help me, I thought for a second, as I took off my helmet and placed it on the nightstand with my Amakune leaning against the nightstand and my guns under the bed. Then I grabbed both bottles and put them on the nightstand next to the bed. Next I sat down and put a decent pillow on either side of me, and a big one behind me, and adjusted them to my liking. Afterwards I got up and retrieved the twins.
I sat back down and placed one fussy baby on each pillow, leaning against the one behind my back. Finally I retrieved the bottles from the nightstand and fed the twins at the same time, once again wishing Lady were here to just enjoy this time with me.
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Post by Taffer on Aug 30, 2015 14:36:49 GMT
Taffer smiled with corners of his mouth upon hearing how Marcel evaded the question about the type of information he could provide. Everything else was the usual wool-over-eyes when someone tries to convince they have something when they don't, possibly to win some time to get it. But then, Marcel had a point that sending them away without any kind of a deal offered would make them sell the information to some other party and he didn't want to give them the incentive.
"So given you're not opening your cards yet, I think I can open mine. Here's what information we need.
First, what type of the mind control they use and how to counter it.
Second, possible alternative entrances to the bunker. Presidio is located near the water, so we can expect air vents, exhaust and coolant pipes, maybe something else.
Third, what exactly they want to do with the terraspire. I expect different groups among them pursuing different goals, so in this case it's important for us to know who said what and how they did it. Recordings or original writings are much preferred.
Fourth, if they have any connections to the VC mainland. Even if their network of agents and spies is sprawling all over the Earth, their mainland was always in South America, the Votanis Collective territory. We need to know if they or any separate group of them still receive orders from there or they are acting completely on their own.
Fifth, of course something else you might see could be important for us in our case.
There's one condition. As you heard several times before, Atticus demanded no deceive towards Lady. So if you find out that getting some specific piece of information requires sending a spy into their ranks, you inform us and wait for our permission before you do anything among those lines.
If you have any information on topics I've just listed, you'll be paid for it immediately. If not, you can take your time to gather it. How's that for you?"
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Post by Belle Starr on Aug 30, 2015 14:48:26 GMT
Belle Starr followed Atticus to the nursery, still worried about Chase's mindset and afraid of what he might do, but waited just outside as she made a hailer call to Sandy Bell in Red Deer, fully knowing that Belle was probably the last one Sandy wanted to hear from, but also knowing the team's needed to have all of it's members back home.
"Hey Sandy, Belle here! Hope I'm not interrupting anything, but I need to know, did y'all find Volodja?... Yes, I am REALLY sorry for interrupting you reunion, but we really need y'all back pronto!... Yes, I do know the necessity of downtime!... Listen, I REALLY wouldn't call y'all if the circumstances weren't dire! Chase was trying to drive Iri out of town for safety and got bushwhacked by the Inquisitors, so I'm betting Lady has Iri and Chase is a mindset to do who knows what, and Atticus too, although he is working hard to remain calm for the rest of us! Bottom line: We need our psychology experts here like yesterday! We need Volodja an Wolfram like... Oh, okay! Thanks Sandy, I know I'm not your favorite person right... Oh, right! Belle out!
Belle thought it wise not to mention her own sudden problem with panic attacks, even as one welled in her chest as she finished the hailer call. She sat down on a chair just outside the nursery, putting her head between her legs as she gasped for breath and sweat began to cover her pale brow. Alfred's voice tried to initiate the Vo solution, but her heart was beating so hard she couldn't hear his voice, and all she could think was, "This is God's retribution! This is because I'm an evil terrible woman! This is because I'm such a evil vixen, who cares only for herself! I left Chase in the rubble in Florida, not even really checking if he was dead, and if I had got him medical treatment sooner, he'd have his memory of the great guy he is, so everything that happened to him since is on my head! I promised Bocar that I would watch over Lady, but then reneged on my promise and now look at her! I almost got Vo killed, and when he disappeared, I didn't look hard enough for him and just moved on like he was yesterday's news! I led Volodja on, making him love me, than heartlessly dumping him like garbage when Vo returned! I totally, totally, totally deserve this and more! If my heart pops out of my chest and I die in a spray of blood - I DESERVE IT!"
Strangely enough, as Volodja came to mind, Belle remembered his advice to her for when her inner Volge threatened to come out, which was to count numbers, and what was eerily similar to Vo's recommendation, so she gave it a try. When Alfred, Belle's EGO psyche saw what she was trying to do, he initiated the "Volge-out" protocols which Volodja had also suggested, that of music and aroma therapy. Belle' senses were overwhelmed with the sweet smell of roses and the calm beat of a classic Jazz group from the sixties called the Ramsey Lewis Trio that was a favorite of hers even as a child growing up in New Orleans. Soon she was breathing regularly again, her panic attack a thing of the past, but still a fear for the future, but one she was confident she would deal with then.
Belle smiled, thinking, "And that is why we need Volodja here ASAP!" then walked into the nursery, seeing Atticus feeding both babies. Her smile widened as she saw he had the problem well in hand, but sashayed into the room, relieving him the duty of caring for one of the children. As she sat down taking over the feeding little Cosmin as Atticus cared for Caprice, she cooed at the little baby boy who smiled at her as he fed, his electric blue eyes fixated on her own beaming beautiful freckled face, while she thought to herself, "And this is why we fight, why we strive, to make a better world!"
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